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purplesuitcowboy · 1 month

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tw: rape, incest, abuse

look at the tw, please don't read this if that's not what you're looking for because that's what this is.

Lindsey heard her mother, Carol, before she saw her. She was yelling at Lindsey before she'd even gotten to her room. It was a regular occurrence in the household. Her mother, though, had finally reached her breaking point. She stormed into her daughter's room and grabbed her by her hair, pulling her out into the living room where her step father, Frank, was calmly waiting on the couch. Trying to avoid getting her hair yanked out of her scalp, Lindsey hunched over stumbled awkwardly behind her mother.

"I won't have it any more. You will learn respect," her mother yelled at her, hands planted firmly on her hips.

She was deposited on the floor in front of her step fathers feet. Lindsey tried to stand but was pushed down to her knees.

"No, you can stay right there," her mother hold her, holding her firmly by the shoulder. "Grounding you hasn't fixed your attitude but I know something that will."

Her mother nodded at Frank and he nonchalantly got up, sauntering over to them. He stopped in front of Lindsey and fished his thick cock out of his jeans. Lindsey's eyes widened at the sight of it. She'd always found her step father attractive even if he was a massive asshole but she didn't realize that his cock was huge. She felt warmth bloom between her legs as she looked at it. Under different circumstances, she'd be dying to get a fat cock like that inside of her. He rubbed the thick mushroom head of his dick against her soft lips, smearing precum on her mouth. Lindsey tried to jerk her head back to get away but her mother stopped her, pushing her head into Frank's waiting cock.

Reluctantly, she opened her lips and Frank quickly thrust his cock into her mouth. He placed a hand on her head, holding her still as he roughly fucked her mouth. Lindsey gagged and sputtered on his cock, split leaking down her chin and on to her chest. Whenever it got to be too much and she tried to jerk her head away, her mother held the back of her head to keep her in place. The whole while Lindsey's pussy throbbed and ached, seemingly begging her to rub her clit and provide her some relief.

"That's it. Be a good girl and suck your step-daddy's dick. It's hard to be a disrespectful cunt with a mouth full of cock, huh? You don't want to behave? That's okay," her mother said, voice turning sickly sweet. "I'll just let your step father fuck you until you change your mind."

The best Lindsey could do was cast a baleful look in her mothers direction. The threat of her glare was significantly reduced by her current predicament, her teary eyes and spit soaked mouth were less than intimidating. Suddenly, Frank grabbed the back of her head, pulling her face towards him. His cock filled her throat and Lindsey writhed, trying to get away but trapped. He came with a grunt, filling her mouth with his salty cum. It felt like he came an eternity. Little pricks of color dotted Lindsey's vision as she struggled to remain upright. He released her and she jerked her head way, sputtering and coughing as she tried to catch her breath. Carol smiled at her husband.

"How was that?"

He nodded in response to Carol's question but his eyes remained on Lindsey who sat miserably on the floor.

"I don't think, I'm done with her yet," he told Carol. Somehow, her smile seemed to grow wider and she reach down to stroke his cock, jerking it until he was hard again. Assuming they were distracted, Lindsey tried to make a break for her room but they caught her before she had left the living room, working together to drag her to the couch. Frank plopped down and Carol shoved Lindsey so she fell onto his lap. After a bit of a shuffle, they pulled down her panties and sat her down on Frank's cock. Lindsey grunted as her tight pussy was suddenly filled with Frank's thick cock.

"Fuck," Frank said with a groan, thrusting lazily into Lindsey's cunt. "That's good pussy. She's nice and wet too, fucking slut."

The room was quickly filled with the "slck, slck, slck" sound of Lindsey's wet cunt as her step father fucked her. Carol bend down and watched, delighted, as her husbands cock stretched out her daughters little pussy. Lindsey tried not to moan, she didn't want to give them the satisfaction, but she couldn't help the whimpers and sighs that escaped her lips as she bounced on her step father's cock.

"Look at that, nice and creamy," Carol purred as she reached down to rub her daughters clit. Lindsey tried not to cum, her body tensed as she tried to resist the pleasurable sensations. Despite her resistance, their combined ministrations the feeling quickly overtook her. It was like being swept away in a wave pool. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her body with overcome by the force of her orgasm. Frank thrust's go frantic as he cums inside of her cunt. The pleasure made her nice and pliant, and she sagged against her step father's body. Satisfied, Carol left the two of them on the couch to get dinner started.

Frank kept Lindsey on his cock as he relaxed on the couch. One hand, he slipped up Lindsey's top so he could grope at her perky tits and play with her nipples. With the other, he toyed lazily with her clit, working her up to orgasm over and over again to keep her wet and desperate but never letting her cum.

"Maybe next time," he says, tugging particularly hard on her nipple." I'll fuck you in front of a mirror so we can both watch those tits bounce."

Eventually, he got annoyed with her whines and whimpers. He pushes her face down into the couch cushions and using her head to prop himself up, roughly fucks her cunt until he cums, depositing another load into her womb. Finally given more stimulation, Lindsey easily orgasms, shaking under him as she cums. By the time dinner was finished, she was a sticky mess, desperate to take a shower and change clothes.

Lindsey assumed that when she woke up the next day, this whole mess would be over - her mother would be satisfied that with her weird punishment and Frank would leave her alone. She was quickly proven wrong on this front when early in the morning, Frank slipped into her bed and slid his hand into her panties, rubbing her sensitive clit with his thick fingers. He got her nice and wet before he fucked her again, pulling her panties to the side and easily slipping his cock into her wet cunt. Thoughtlessly, Lindsey rubbed her clit until she came on her step daddy's dick. Like usual, he came inside, filling her cunt with his seed, but fell asleep in her bed with his dick nestled in her wet folds.

To her horror and embarrassment, Lindsey quickly found herself craving her step dad's dick. She found herself day dreaming about him walking in on her while she was showering or brushing her teeth, bending her over the nearest piece of furniture and fucking her until he filled her cunt with his cum. She never got to experience that particular fantasy but he fucked her plenty. He particularly enjoyed having her cock warm him while he watched football.

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diorchids · 2 months

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FIX YOUR GLASSES, CORIOLANUS SNOW.

— nerdy!coryo, p in v, oral, academy!coryo, mentions of masturbation, tummy bulges.

coryo’s such a nerd.

you softly arched your back to soothe the ache from sitting all class, nipples poking against the fabric of your shirt as you were assigned your partner. coriolanus tried his best not to look at you, failing to do so when a small, breathy moan escaped your lips.

you were extremely familiar with him, a close friend who’d make sure to do all the work in a group project just for you to smile at him. it was pathetic.

his hand cramped as he fucked into it in his dark bedroom, wet, clammy palm adding to the pleasure of thinking of you like this. “mmm, mmf—fuck,” he laid back on his pillow, bucking his puffy tip into his pathetic excuse for a hole.

sometimes he’s hunched over at his desk, breathing heavily as he imagined your cunt squeezing his sensitive cock, causing him to cum all over his fingers stupidly, his glasses all crooked.

he tries to focus on the project but he gets distracted by your presence. his mind wanders, imagining all sorts of disgusting things he’s thought of doing to you.

you could tell he was stressed, hand trembling while he wrote.

somehow you ended up under him, plump lips wrapped around the base of his cock, salty tears running down your face. his cock prodded at the back of your throat, making you gag as your knees dug into the floor even more.

he was wordless, only holding either side of your head as he pushed into it. you moaned around his fat cock, squeezing his thighs as you tried to take him all.

you pulled off before attaching your lips to his cock again, sucking harshly as you looked up at him. your hand held the base of him, jerking him off, leading him to an unforgiving spasm.

his legs trembled as he gripped your hair, pushing deep into your throat as he came deep down your throat, hot fluid running down your chin.

he was just so nervous! how could you blame him? resorting to jerking off every night to the thought of you wasn’t ideal for him.

your stomach would bulge each time he thrust into it roughly, hands gripping your waist to keep you from squirming. your eyes watered at the sight of him smirking. “s-slow down,” he slammed his cock into your silky walls, “please.” you begged.

"you just feel so fuckin’ good, ’m sorry,” his grip on your waist tightened. he continues to thrust, feeling your inner walls clench and twitch around him. his poor cock could barely take any of this, his puffy, sensitive tip making his legs tremble.

he pants heavily, chest heaving as he fights to control himself. slowly, he reduces the intensity of his thrusts, keeping them deep and measured. "better?" he asks in a whisper, his breath warm against your skin.

you nod, salty tears still streaming down your face. your cunt squeezed around his cock as your stomach tightened even more, releasing as you spasm all over his cock, coating his cock in your sweet juices.

coryo slowly picks up the pace again, pushing deeper into you with each stroke. his fingers reach down to your cunt, dipping into your arousal before sticking them in his mouth, perversely sucking your juices off.

his movements become rougher, his body tense as he reaches his climax. he slams into you one last time, his hips snapping forward as he cries out and comes inside you. his glasses were sitting low on his nose, curls stuck to his forehead as he came.

he moans loudly, stuffing his cock deeper inside of you to make sure you take every single drop!

you can’t blame him, you feel too good.

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k6ssbxnny · 1 day

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MDNI!!! Explicit content ahead.

Sleazy mechanic! Toji hears the low, scratchy rumble of tire and gravel closing in on his shop late at night and his first reaction is to roll his eyes in annoyance. Though sweaty n tired from working all day, he surges with energy when he catches sight of a you, doey eyes wet with tears, huffing and stuttering and babbling about some weird smoke puffing out from your car, how you're out here all alone, how you can't fix it no matter how hard you try, how this is all the money you have, and you really, really need help -

"'S not enough, little lady," he shrugs, knowing damn well it's plenty enough, sticking the wad of cash back in your manicured hands, wondering how they'd look wrapped around his fat cock.

"It's hard work fixin' a car this fucked, y'know?" It's not, he just likes how your tits bounce when you pace in a panic. Cute.

And you're begging and begging, pleading with him about how afraid you are of your weird, messed up car, how the only places to stay nearby are sketchy looking motels with broken doors and soiled beds, how you'll do just about anything, anything if it means he'll fix your car!

"S'pose I could make an exception, pretty girl," he muses, pretending to mull over your pleas as if he hadn't made up his mind the second he saw your ass, "payment doesn't always have t'be in cash, right?"

And then you're squirming, thighs squished together as you get all slippery n sticky, whining for a bit of friction all from sucking his cock, nose pressed tight into his messy pubes as he sinks himself into your warm, wet mouth, bunching a fistful of your hair as he pumps into you, balls against your drool-slick chin, trying not to cum too quick. For a minute, he really does consider simply painting your pretty face, prying your mouth open and smearing his cum on your tongue with the chubby head of his thick dick. But then he sees your arched back, pushing the fat of your ass into your heels where you kneel, and he knows he can't just waste his cum on your mouth.

So he has you trapped and bent, on all fours like a bitch in heat, whimpering and mewling nonsense about how he's "too big", and that "i-it won't fit, c-can't, won't go in, please, I'll use my mouth!"

"Dunno, missy," he leers, pushing your head down with one hand and cupping a handful of your pudgy ass cheek with the other, so he can get a clear view of your sticky cunt, swollen and dribbling for attention. "Seems t'me that she thinks I'll fit." His lips curl into a lazy grin as he splits your slit with a thick thumb.

Your mouth pulls open into a soundless gasp when he bullies the head of his cock into you. There's nothing you can do except feel it, feel the stretch as he opens you up for him and he warmth of his chest as he mounts you, pushing you tight against the ground as he connects himself to you. He's rough: hard, slow, taking the time to pull his entire length out of you, linked to your pussy by a mere thread of precum, before stretching you open all over again, breaching your hole as you lose the ability to breathe properly, to think at all, reduced to all but a squealing, babbling mess, "f-faster, ah... t-too much! H-hard... s'good, m-mister Toji!"

You can't help but sink under the weight of his pounding, his heavy thrusts pushing your messy thighs apart as he beats himself into the space between your legs, calloused hands squeezing and teasing your tits.

"Don't run," he grunts, pulling your hips back to meet his pelvis as he stuffs you full, relishing in the feeble squeak that leaves your lips when he holds you still, forcing you in place while he slams into your hole, faster and faster - messier - as he nears his climax. He snakes a strong hand from your chest to your stomach, then down to your clit, rolling the puffy bud, rotating between soft, tantalizing touches and harsh, nearly sadistic pinches. You egg him on with your helpless cries, shivering and moaning some nonsense about how you "c-can't take it anymore, ah- ah! Gonna - mhm - g'nna cum!"

You clench around him so tight, pussy pulsing on him with so much strength that he gives into you wholly, prying your legs apart as he pushes his tip right up against your cervix, allowing himself the pleasure of a quiet, slight groan just before he spills into you, so much, and so heavy, and so thick that you can feel your insides twisting and churning from the impact of his dick, still throbbing into you.

When he pulls out, he makes sure to sit back on his heels, enjoying the look of his handiwork as you crawl and twitch aimlessly, semen filling the slit between your legs and dribbling lewdly over your lips, making a slow, sticky way down the fat of your welted thighs.

You look sweet, he thinks. He'll make sure to taste test you next time.

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kentoberry · 2 years

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the chain — toji fushiguro.

about · toji doesn't tame brats, he breaks them.

content · [ 18 + content ; minors dni] · female reader · brat taming · toys · heavy d3gradation & name calling · age gap (toji in his 40s, reader in their 20s) · daddy kink · f1ngering · mention of f1sting · p-ssy slapping · dumbification · dacryphilia.

"fuckin' brat," toji spat, huffing as he pushed you back onto his unmade sheets. "yer always fucking testin' my patience, doll..."

he stalked around to his bedside table, pulling something out of the drawer before returning to you. he ran a large hand up your thigh, watching you shiver under his piercing gaze. it made you forget what you'd done to misbehave, fear and excitement alike swallowing you whole.

"none of that squirmin', ya hear me?" toji threatened. when you didn't reply, he roughly gripped your chin and forced you to look at him. "i'm not fuckin' around, sweetheart. gonna be a good girl f'me and take it, ain't ya? fucking answer me."

the seriousness lacing his tone made you feel faint, and you struggled to utter a little whimper of "yes, daddy!" before toji had his way with you. he lifted one of your legs to meet his waist, giving him better access to your dripping cunt. he slapped it a couple of times for good measure, feeling you up before stuffing two of his fingers into you. the man didn't bother giving you a chance to adjust, instead fucking you ruthlessly and swearing about how filthy you were.

you couldn't help but squeal as toji worked on stretching your hole open, preparing you for what you assumed would be his cock. each movement from him was rough, enough to make you tear up a little, but you had no plans on uttering your safe word any time soon.

before you could even comprehend it, toji was three... no, four... fingers deep inside of you. you felt dizzy, babbling that you were close to cumming.

"don't you fuckin' dare, brat. i'm far from done with ya." with an irked sigh, toji removed his fingers from you. within a flash, he picked up the item that he'd retrieved from his drawer: his fleshlight. sure, he hadn't needed to use it in a while as having a slutty girlfriend such as yourself means he gets an easy lay, but he kept it nonetheless.

after a drizzle of lube along the handle of the toy, toji bit the bullet and began working it into your warm pussy. despite the fact that he was slow and gentle with his movements, doing his best not to hurt you, his words were a stark contrast.

"fuckin' whore, so eager to take anything in yer loose cunt, eh?"

"maybe later i'll see if i can fit my fist in ya, surely that'd ruin this pussy f'r anyone else you ever wanna fuck,"

"look at ya squirm, brat. ya like havin' an old man break yer nasty cunt, yeah?"

each syllable sent sparks flying to your core; toji knew exactly what you liked best and was using it against you. before you could even comprehend it, toji's fleshlight was stuffed in your pussy, occassionally shifting as your walls subconsciously clamped down around it. he wore a shit eating grin as he slapped the fat tip of his cock against you clit, causing you to jolt a little. it must've been your on switch, toji thought, because you started whining and begging for him to fuck you properly immediately afterwards.

"shh, sweetheart," he drawled, cupping your cheek as he feigned benevolence. "ya know i don't tolerate that bratty ass of yours. i better break it before ya go pickin' up bad habits. surely yer smart enough ta understand." he tapped your cheek then moved his hands back to your thighs. after swiftly aligning his cock with his toy, he started to fuck it.

at first, each thrust was tender. he watched your every expression to ensure that he had neither gone too far or was causing you extreme discomfort, and once he was satisfied, he sped up.

a string of curses fell from toji's lips as he found his pace, smirking at the tears staining your cheeks as you became reduced to a point beyond cohesion — it was as though the only phrases contained in your pretty little mind were "daddy" and "more". he couldn't help himself from running a thumb over your wet cheek and proceeding to lick the salty tears off of his digit. he was being downright nasty with you, fucking his toy hard enough that he was already nearing his release. the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your ass complimented your cries so perfectly.

"where d'ya want my cum, sweets?" he asked, hoping you were still of sound enough mind to answer.

it took you a moment and your voice was meek, but you managed to croak out a small "in me, daddy."

the glint in his eyes would have told you he had other plans, but your vision was instead clouded by tears.

toji slowly pried his fleshlight out of your dripping pussy, though instead of replacing it with his cock, he left you high and dry. the man picked up the toy and pumped his cock a few more times before pulling out, tapping your clit once again, and spilling his load all over your used cunt. it only resulted in more sobs and mewls from you, with toji instead leaning closer to you and hissing in your ear:

"only good toys get daddy's cum."

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diejager · 10 months

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ok hear me out imagine giving Danny/Ghostface the BEST head.

The type of head to make him stutter

he’s running his hands through your hair, praising you but also kinda degrading you while tears brim his eyes

asking for female pronouns/pet names but if your not comfortable I 100% understand I just love your writing and would like to see your interpretation on this :D

Hmmmmmmmm, I do like the thought of reducing Danny to a moaning mess >:]

Danny sputtered, his breath hitching as bit back a moan, hips stuttering and thrusting upwards. He ran his fingers through you hair, grasping it from the roots and soothing you, his hold neither harsh and rough, nor soft and caring. He was a mix of pleasurable arousal and thrilling danger. Danny was temptation, a creature of pure sex and wicked ecstasy, he was what you craved and what you needed.

He knew that, he knew of your codependency, of your adoration and of your loyalty, yet he couldn’t deny you. The Ghostface, a serial killer created for simple thrill and vile greed, couldn’t tell you no. He, deep down, was a weak, weak man for things he liked; you, being the thing he valued the most.

“Fuck- doll, you’re-” he cursed, throwing his head back in a sobbing moan, holding you head down as he gave a few shallow pumps.

You choked a moan, eyes squinting the tears away from your sight at the sudden change of pace. Your throat contracting and closing around his length. You glared up at him, hands moving from their prior spot on his inner tight, thumb rubbing circles on his sensitive skin, to hold his hips, trying to stop him from canting his hips. Your noisy gag made him chuckle, his rapaciously deep sound sending a hungry chill down your spine.

“Oh, can’t take it, doll?” Danny drawled, masked face tilted down to gazed at your teary eyes. A cruel smirk danced across his lips, eyes glinting sinfully. “What’s wrong? Too much for you, pup? You were a slobbering mess a while ago, drooling for meat, hmm?”

Your piercing eyes met his, staring at him with heated eyes, a promise of devastation swimming in yours. He liked when you stared at him like that, it made his hair stand on end and blood pump adrenaline into his system.

“You don’t like that? Or is it being called pup?” He cackled, voice booming in the small cabin you were hiding out.

He cooed afterwards, rolling his hips with a crooning hum from his throat. You gaged once more, nose pushed into his neatly trimmed bush and chin glued to his heavy balls. His chest rumbled, seemingly pleased with your submission. Until a yelp left his lips, legs tensing and body spamming under you.

Your fingers clutched his sac, playing with the heaviness between your fingers. Kneading the soft, wrinkly skin while you tightened your throat around his girthy length, moaning and groaning. Every little sound you made sent vibration through him, teasing his engorged and angry head; and every contraction squeezed his cock made him tear up. He cried and shook, his sensitive cock throbbing inside of your warm and wet throat.

“F-fuck!”

He twitched, mewling loudly as he threw his head back. His fingers dug into your head, gripping onto your locks harshly as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, the fat of your tongue pressing against the vein running along the bottom, it was wide from the base and thinned out when it reached the mushroom-like head, spreading across his cock like rivers running their course.

He throbbed at your erratic pace, his balls tightening and fingers curling in your hair. You moaned, his rough actions and pleading cries making your cunt pulsing, drooling in anticipation for him after you’d served him. He came with an arched back, eyes rolled to the back in complete ecstasy. Heady, salty cum filled your mouth, the warm substance coating your tongue and rolled down your throat in big waves.

Danny’s voice sputtered, body spamming into his high, toes curling inside of his boots and cock spurting ropes and ropes of cum. He peered from the corners of his eyes as your cheeks bloated with him, your throat bobbing with every gulp. His shivered, pleasure rolling in his guts when you swallowed his cum, taking a part of him inside of you. It played into his need of ownership, marking you in ways others couldn’t.

“Christ, doll,” he panted, riding out the peek of arousal, running his fingers through your hair gently, lovingly caring. “Thank you. Let me help you, that little cunt of yours must be feeling neglected, no?”

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mncxbe · 7 months

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Hi, I really like your work, you are very reverent and diligent with each submission. I would also like to ask you to write a story where the reader gained weight and started to feel insecure in society, relationship with her boyfriend ( could it be Chuya, Dazai, Fedor?). Thank you so much. I hope I got the message across. Have a great week!

anon you're so polite omg- I love this idea hhh. Hope you like it♡♡

10:43♡

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑪𝒉ū𝒚𝒂, 𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: light angst/ fluff♡

𝑻𝑾: mentions of eating disorders and poor body image

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

this man does not care about your weight. like at all; he thinks you're beautiful either way

that's why he's so surprised when you tell him you're insecure

he hears you out and tries his best to soothe you

from then on he's really supportive and always reassures you that gaining a few pounds doesn't make you less worthy in his eyes

secretely keeps track of how much you eat because he doesn't want you to neglect your diet or develop an eating disorder

"Bella..." he sighed as soon as you were done talking. For the first time since the two of you started dating, Dazai looked hurt, chocolate brown eyes shadowed with sorrow.

His sad expression only worsened your mood. Your breath hitched, words stuck at the back of your throat as you felt the tears pooling at your lashline.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have said all that. It's stupid" you muttered, averting your gaze from his but he quickly hooked a finger under your chin, making you face him.

"My love I'm not mad at you for telling me that. I just... wish you'd told me sooner"

Indeed, during the past few weeks Dazai had noticed your unusual behaviour; you weren't that affectionate towards him, always spending hours on end in front of the mirror, checking yourself out, eating less. At first, Dazai assumed that your appetite reduced because of the high temperatures during summer; after all, he himself ate less during those months, but when you refused to shower or sleep with him he knew something was wrong.

So he sat you down on the couch and asked you what it was all about. You hesitantly told him about how you've started feeling self conscious about your body, how you've gained weight and struggled to lose it, to be the pretty for him.

As you spoke, you noticed Dazai's expression slowly darken. He couldn't comprehend what you were saying. You, ugly? You, his sweet girl, not feeling worthy of his love just because you gained a few pounds? You, starving yourself every day because you thought he'd rather have you not eating than being chubby?

Despite how much your words affected him, this wasn't about him; so he wiped every trace of sadness from his expression and smiled.

"I wish you'd told me sooner. I could've helped you, you know?" he continued

"But how? Really Dazai this isn't your fault. You can't help me with this" you sniffled, wiping your nose with the back of your hand; which caused a mellow laughter to roll past your boyfriend's lips.

His hand slid up your cheek, thumb lightly tracing over your cheekbone as he held your gaze.

"I know bella, but I could've reminded you that to me you're the most beautiful woman. If you wanna get back in shape that's alright, but don't put too much pressure on yourself, ok?"

You gave a weak nod and his smile widened. Kissing your tears away, his arms snaked around your frame, pulling you flush against him. Your head came to rest against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful state.

"Thank you Osamu. I think really needed you to say that" you eventually spoke up and he chuckled, gently threading his fingers through your hair.

"Anytime bella, Anytime"

𝑪𝒉ū𝒚𝒂

just like his partner in crime, Chuya is also surprised when you confess you're insecure about your weight

he starts rambling on about how today's society pushes unrelalistic beauty standars on women and all that

threatens to "deal with" whoever calls you fat or makes you feel self conscious about your weight

but after he calms down a bit he reminds you that you're gorgeous either way

like hell, he even likes you more like this honestly. he adores your curves

It's been around half an hour since your boyfriend started his diatribe and he showed no sign of stopping. What started off as a simple conversation- you telling him that you've developed an insecurity abour weight- ended up with him ranting and raving about beauty standards and how low society has become.

"Seriously now, it's fucked up" he decalred as he downed the last sips of wine; red liquid tinting his lips crimson. "I mean, really. You're absolutely stunning as you are. You don't need to look like those models in magazines."

"I don't want that Chuu I just..." you stammered, fumbling for words.

"I know sweetie. You wanna lose a few pounds and if you really want that I'll support you. After all, it's kinda my fault you gained weight, right?" he asked with a chuckle "Considering all the dinners I took you to..."

His comment lightened the mood, a little smile creeping on your face. "You know it's not your fault honey, really. I just need to be more careful with what I eat in general"

Chuuya sighed, placing the empty glass on a table nearby. He took your hand in his, fingers gently intertwining with yours. "Look sweetie, if you wanna lose weight it's ok. But please know you don't need to do this to be beautiful, because you already are. You're my pretty girl"

A gentle smile rose to his lips as he leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead. "And if anyone else tells you that you're not I'll personally teach them a lesson. You can count on me sugar."

His tender words managed to soothe your soul a bit so you nodded, returning the smile.

"You know Chuu, you don't have to go that far"

"I'll go as far as you want me to baby"

For a brief moment, his cloudy gaze slid down your body, taking in your frame; sparkling. His arm snaked around the small of your back, pulling you closer as his wine tinged lips found the crook of your neck, tracing idle kisses along your skin. You gasped lightly at the sudden closeness, causing your boyfriend to chuckle.

"Now lemme show you exactly how much I adore you, sweetheart"

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓

he's actually the one who brings up the subject of your weight

he notices that you've been more reserved lately, that you haven't eaten that much so he asks you to talk about it

and when you tell him you're insecure about the weight you gained he thinks it's utterly ridiculous

naturally, he doesn't voice his thoughts, not wanting to make you feel worse than you do already

instead, he takes your hand in his and kisses it gently and reassures you that to him you'll always be the most beautiful woman. so you needn't worry about gaining weight

The cup of steaming tea stood untouched on the nightstand, lavender steam raising from its surface. Beside you on the silky sheets, your partner sighed.

"So... myshka. Are you going to tell me what's going on or do you plan on keeping it to yourself?"

You shrugged, still not facing him. "What do you mean? Everything is alright my dear"

Your voice feigned nonchalance but Fyodor caught the faint trace of worry; he shifted closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"Come on now, don't be difficult. I know you and I can tell when something's wrong, so please talk to me" his breath fanned over the shell of your ear, comforting, as his hand traced over your hip.

He could feel your body tense under his touch and he reluctantly pulled his hand away. "Please myshka"

He sounded defeated, sadness lacing his voice. Guilt started seeping into your soul and you finally turned around to face him.

"Look, it's nothing just... one of my colleagues at work pointed out that I got a bit fat and it's been on my mind"

A faint chuckle rolled past your boyfriend's lips upon hearing your words. Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, he pulled you closer to his frame.

"Oh you silly girl" he smiled, fingers gently lacing in your hair "You really got upset over something like that?"

A faint blush tinted your cheeks and you hid your face against his chest. "Don't laugh at me please. I know it's silly but... she was right, you know?

"It's not silly my dear. I'm just surprised it got to you. And what if you gained a bit of weight? You're just as beautiful as you've always been"

"You don't have to say that just for my sake"

"But I'm not" he chuckled "I say it because it's true. Now don't worry your pretty head over it." He used a finger to gently raise your chin, making you face him "Just sleep for now"

Peppering your face with kisses, he squeezed your waist tighter.

His saccharine affections managed to lull you into a deep slumber; Fyodor always had this effect on you, gently coaxing all the bad feelings out of you as if scooping them with a spoon and tossing them in the deep blue sea to be drowned forever.

"Thank you dear" you muttered, lips curling into a mellow smile. "I love you"

"I love you too, myshka" he sighed, kissing you once again before closing his eyes.

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tae156 · 3 months

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Beached

Definition: To be stranded or hauled up on a beach, “a beached whale”

Taehyung groaned, whether it was from pleasure or pain was yet to be discovered. But what he did know, was that he had pushed himself to the absolute limit. A guttural burp, and rumbling fart, simultaneously erupted from his methane filled chambers, as he flopped back against his poor sofa, already straining under his weight - there was only so much more it could take of the 400 pound blubbery land mass.

Taehyung inched millimetres forward, in an attempt to soothe his aching gut, but to no avail. The vast, tanned expense, stretched out for what seemed like miles in front of him. A barren, hairless desert, littered with violent and angry stretch marks from an uncontrolled gain. Taehyung’s belly sat in front of him, swollen like he had just eaten the moon, blocking his entire view of the TV - not that he could pay any attention in his gluttonous stupeur. Taehyung had inhaled enough food for a herd of elephants, the usually soft, and pillow like flab, completely taught and threatening to burst. The only part saved from this self-induced pain was Taehyung’s underbelly, which at his size was permanently soft and malleable to the touch. The only problem was the he could no longer reach the favourite part of his belly, he could no longer grope and grab at his marshmallow blubber for hours on end like he used too. Hell, what’s worse was that Taehyung could no longer reach his one sizeable dick, now reduced to nothing, encompassed completely in hot and sweaty fat.

However, just because he was beached like a whale, did not mean that Taehyung was completely spent. Over the years of hedonistic self indulgence, he had learnt to adapt to his ever growing size. Slowly, like time had slowed to half speed, Taehyung began to rut into himself. Too stuffed to bring his monstrously large bum completely off the sunken couch, Taehyung began to rock back and forth - the sweat helping to lubricate his skin that would normally be stuck to the leather. His thighs, welded together from the sprawling cellulite, wobbled profusely from the minute movement, rubbing against Taehyungs member. Within seconds, Taehyung could feel himself getting excited, blood rapidly moving south, as his breath began to accelerate - out of pleasure, but also exhaustion.

“Eurgh, huff, argh”. A symphony of huffing and panting resounded throughout Taehyungs apartment, littered with crumbs and wrappers, accompanied by a cacophony of slapping and squelching sounds, from the sea of flab: lower and underbelly sloshing against each other, love handles rolling against the sweat dripped sofa, and boobs sloshing against his triple chins. With one final exhausted moan, Taehyung felt himself cum against his wet and hot fupa, a river of white running through the valley of his fat. Taehyung would figure out how to clean himself later, for now, he lay flopped against the sofa, red in the face, panting, with one final rumbling fart, gas released from movement of his land mass, before he fell into an exhausted slumber.

#feedee tae #large large Taehyung #greedy big boi #Food #First time writing #please be kind

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goodeapple · 4 months

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someone could come love me, if somebody knew me

AS IT WAS PROMISED, SO SHALL IT BE BESTOWED.

"Aemond has a dragon dick, send tweet."

pairing : Aemond x Ysilla (Rhaenyra'sDaughter!OC)

warnings : Pretty tame I'd say- handjobs, slight oral play, fantasy of exhibitionism, Aemond's dark little mind & his big ole dragon dick.

word count : 3,000+

title from "fue mejor", Kali Uchis & SZA

Ysilla’s line of sight darts to his crotch, peering intensely at the leather holding him in. She stares, gaze unbroken and unbothered, even as he fidgets under her scrutiny.

“Can I see it?”

Her inflection is curious, lacking a lustful lilt and somehow, that makes this all the more humiliating.

“I am not a thing for you to study, wicked girl.” The Dragon Prince snarls. He feels heat pulsate in his face. As if he is a monster, reduced to the oddity of his anatomy instead of the man, the scholar, the fighter he has fashioned himself to be by his own will and his own way. But now, he is nothing but a butterfly pinned in place as strangers pick him apart with a sickened curiosity. The socket of his absent eye aches wildly, a sympathetic partner to the abnormality between his knees.

“Pleaseee, Uncle.” His niece’s pleading compels her to her feet, her fingers lacing together to bring a begging fist under her chin. Her heart-shaped face is cherubic, lips parted in a prayer that Aemond wants to answer with his tongue. Or better yet, his cock. The vision of that, of him feeding every fat inch of his pole downdowndown her throat, until she would choke on him and make sweet tears roll down her cheeks… it seems so real, so well within his limits to make true.

Aemond snorts, tossing her a disdainful look, one he musters from his very tangible dislike for her and those she holds closest.

“Don’t beg, Silli, it doesn’t suit you. I said no- I’m positive you’ve never heard that before, but I’m not your papa.” His sneer twists his thin lips down, transforming his regal visage into something ugly. “I won’t give into your every whim just because you bat those pretty eyes at me.”

Ysilla gazes blithely back at him, swaying on the balls of her feet. Her dress flutters around her ankles, the delicate chains wrapped around the fragile bone there catching the candlelight. She’s barefoot- curiously. Her amber satin slippers were shucked off at the door before she had sunk into the too big chair in the center of his room. To quite simply make herself comfortable- to carve out a space wherever she lands, is a trait Aemond finds irritating but commendable.

At once, an impish smile illuminates her face, her irises lavender in bloom. “You think my eyes are pretty?”

Aemond bottles in a groan, gritting his teeth in exasperation. Such a little brat.

“That’s swell because… I think yours are pretty too, Uncle. Especially your hidden jewel.” Ysilla draws closer and closer, and the walls seem to cinch around them. She shouldn’t be here- he may be her blood but Ysilla is unwed and young and beautiful beyond her means. He should have sent her away when she came knocking, a small bound journal promising something of importance to him, her ticket into his den. Giddiness had manifested in the trembling of her fingers and he couldn't lie- he was intrigued. If only to watch Ysilla’s fire extinguish when he paid no thought to whatever had caught her fancy.

“I dreamt about it last night. It adorned my crown- not my tiara- my crown as Queen. Nestled front and center, staring down any man, any woman, who kneeled before me. Guarding me, protecting me, loyal… to me.”

Aemond puts desperate distance between them, her words striking a match within him.

Ysilla’s spiraling locks threaded through the Conqueror’s Crown, refined but still imposing, seated on the forged throne. Aemond gleaming in white, a striking savior at her side, first Lord Commander of the Queensguard. And even when he cannot be there, his jewel watches over all. An All Seeing Eye. He does not replace his surrogate orb. It be a piece of himself he shells out to shield her, and then, when they’re together, he’s comple-

The back of his knees meet resistance and he stills, refusing to bask in the jasmine gust brought forth by his niece’s closeness. She brings her palm to his jerkin covered chest and presses- urging, asking. Aemond stares down at her. She’s so tiny compared to him, so much smaller, weaker but she might as well have a blade to his throat.

He gives, settling into the armchair, wishing to become one with the buttons and the stitchings. When she drops to her knees, it is with a grace that is ingrained in her, blended into every shift of her body.

“I want to touch you, Aemond. I want to make you feel good.”

Her hand creeps along, fingertips dancing over his clothed thigh, conquering the distance to his laces like a soldier riding through a battlefield. Aemond feels himself start to surrender, a loss he will still win as the heat from Ysilla’s palm leeches through the hide of his breeches. He’s warm all over, tongue heavy in his mouth, words too much to muster. Beads of sweat lick their way down the nape of his neck.

Ysilla stares at him, her chest level with his knees. There’s too much light in here. He can see every delicious inch of her. No shadows to hide in, no darkness to dim her. She’s all propped up and on display in the late evening sun beaming through the balcony doors. Every beauty mark dotted along her spun sugar skin is penciled in by hand from the Gods, each strand of blackblue hair dancing away from the heat of her blistering surface. It makes this dream too real. He doesn’t know what he’ll do when he blinks and she blows away like a puff of smoke. He breathes out, nerves spiraling in his stomach and spreads his knees.

Aemond doesn’t make a habit of looking at himself. He washes and dresses with a detachment perfected over the years. When he realized how he differed, when his voice dropped and his bones stretched him to the brim and something else grew right along with him, he had floundered on how to handle it.

Who was he supposed to ask? His mother was out of the question- Aemond would rather crawl through smoldering embers after scooping out his other eye before he went to her. Aegon was self explanatory; his brother’s failed attempt to drag him down the Street of Silk was enough humiliation to last a lifetime. He toyed with the idea of going to Ser Criston or his grandfather, and some days it did seem tempting but his shame always held him tight by the throat. He was already different, already looked down upon with a pitiful gaze and whispered poor Prince Aemond, such a waste and no eye, no prospects, no future. He didn’t feel like piling on to his already stacked deck.

“You have to… yeah, and then untie me from, right, just like that.” The back of his eyelid and the pitch of his patch are a comforting darkness as he cycles through the prayers in his head. Warrior, grant me the strength to emerge- no. Mother, I ask your mercy- definitely not. Father, may you judge me justly. Yes, it’s solid, spans the points he needs to make. Aemond settles on it and repeats it, backwards and forwards as the tension imprisoning him in his breeches releases and he feels something spring up and off the flat plains of his abdomen.

“Aemond… Uncle, look at me.” He sucks in a breath through his teeth, ending his litany. It’s no use, his Gods are not listening. He hopes, he regrets, and he caves as he looks down at his lap.

The tip of it curves into a point, not sharp but defined. Blunt thickness runs through his shaft, until the base of him flares garishly into a hard knot. It’s as long as his forearm and thicker than his wrist. He always seems to be at attention, at mast at every surge of adrenaline, every lingering puff of perfume, every dashing neckline of Ysilla’s gowns when she curtsies- no, reign it in. A viciously red mushroom-tapered head splits to allow a bead of excitement to form and trickle down the lengthy march to his stones. He winces, his cock giving a readied pulse as his niece’s palm settles over his groin.

“Oh, Gods,” Ysilla looks upon him with a wonderment he’s never seen. It stills the air in his lungs. “Aemond, you’re beautiful.”

Shamefully, that sends him whimpering, the honeyed praise in her tone wrapping him in a caress that stokes the heat in his belly. She glances up at him with a gentle curiosity, but her attention quickly returns between his legs as he jerks from her proximity and the damp warmth of her exhaling breath.

“Ooohhh, he’s happy to see me.” Her grin is wicked, a toothy pluck of her mouth. Her cheeks are pinker than the Dornish dress Baela gifted her on her nameday last week.

Cheeky brat.

Ysilla hocks spit into her hand and Aemond grimaces. Being raised with only brothers has certainly left an impression on her. It's not oil but it’ll do in a pinch. Her fingers are lithe and thin, hands dainty already but seeing one trying to wrap around him? It’s laughable. It’s arousing- painfully so.

“You didn’t let me finish earlier.” Now that he has nothing to do but listen, his crafty little niece seems to have taken advantage of his predicament. Aemond can’t help but feel a tiny bit impressed. “So when I found the book in the Dragonstone stacks, after I cleaned off the layers of dust, I read all about the many men in Targaryen history who have been… afflicted by this… hardship. Aegon the Conqueror, Maegor the Cruel- which may have played a part in the six wives- but the last documented entry was well over 50 years ago. A tale forgotten to time and dismissed all the same as just another peculiarity with our family. But this Aemond…” she pumps him slowly, demanding his attention, making him bow for her even when she’s the one on her knees.

“We are closer to Gods than to men. By our dragons of course, but by this as well! You are something special, can’t you see that?” He likes to hear her excited. Her passion is appetizing, drawing him in to take a bite.

His ego perks up at her attention, but so does his pride. Dragons don’t like to share. Aemond doesn’t like to share. “How do you know if it’s not just me who's been ‘afflicted’?”

Ysilla shrugs, and he doesn’t know her well enough to tell if she’s being untruthful. “I’m very thorough in my research. Just not as quite… hands on as I’m being with you. You’ve always been my favorite uncle.”

Aemond could take her by the hair, twist it nice and tight around his fist, rise to his feet, keep her down on her knees where she belongs- not just there but with him and thrust down her throat until he taps her heart.

“Did you ask my brother the same way you’re asking me?” Aemond growls, nudging at her knee with the side of his boot. He wants to touch her but he has to be careful. His resolve is thinning by the minute and he fears that if he can actually feel her- the suppleness of her skin, the silkiness of her hair, he’ll give way and start something that cannot be undone.

“Nope, I asked Helaena. Girls talk, Aemond, especially over a flagon of wine.” She elbows his thigh in retribution, but it’s gentle and frivolous and the smile she gives him is all teeth. Fuck, she’s lovely.

Aemond’s hips jump off the chair, chasing the heat of Ysilla’s hands. She smirks, stroking him softly, the delight in her eyes dimming down to lusty pools of amaranthine.

“So you’re doing this out of what, kindness?”

“I like to think of it more as academic curiosity. But, if I can help you become more comfortable with this part of yourself and maybe even aid your future wife in the process, well that’s just all sugar then, isn’t it?”

“I won’t marry, I will bear no children. I might as well take the Black.” Aemond recites, his tone bored to tears. His future fizzled out to ash once he realized there was no way in any Realm that he could ever properly lay with a woman. He couldn’t, wouldn’t damn any wife to a hopeless tomorrow. Occupying himself with other things helped- he’s a resourceful man. After all, great men never got anywhere by thinking with their cocks.

Ysilla’s brow furrows and her jaw ticks, an unhappy look passing over her face. “Never say never, Aemond.”

His dick pulses, and Ysilla’s eyes go wide, feeling the might of him in her own grip. She raises her gaze back to this face, and the dazzlement there makes him feel taller than tales.

Aemond smirks, his straight laces loosening. “I like when you call me that.”

She pumps him, tightly, and he shivers, a gasp slipping through his drooping jaw. There’s a burn at the base of his spine, a familiar one he would entertain only when his needs raged a war within him.

Her lips are pouted, shimmering in the dusk drawing the room into darkness. He wants to see the stars sparkle over her skin, the moon crest over her breasts in a gauzy beam. Wants to peel off every offending layer until she’s naked, slick and soft and starving for him and the beast between his legs.

A stranded curl sways in front of her eye, caught in her fanning lash. His fingers twitch, starting forward before he anchors his nails through the furniture’s stuffing and right down to the frame. Ysilla’s tongue flicks out, wetting her parched lips.

“Do you want to touch me?”

She wears the crown as she rides him, the Throne Room’s chandelier haloing her dramatically. He’s not sure if they’re alone- the embrace of her hand about his throat keeps his attention on where it is demanded. On her. If there are any stragglers stupid enough to hang around, what an honor it is for them to witness a mating, a claiming. The Dragon Queen taking what’s rightfully hers, for the Gods and everyone to see.

“No.”

“You’re a liar, my Prince.�� That’s even better than his name, fuck him.

“I think you want to touch me. I think you want to feel me. I think you want to see… just how far… I’m willing to go.” One solid lick of her tongue, from the root of him to the tip, sends him careening over the edge. Aemond gasps raggedly, a man broken apart. His cock jerks, nearly knocking him in the jaw. Thick ropes of creamy pearl stripe his chest and coat his throat.

His niece milks him, left hand rubbing up and down his shaft, feeling the veins jump and throb against her palm. And the right, fucks sake, the right squeezes around the flared part of him and the tremors jolt right down to his sack.

“Mmmm, good boy, Aemond.”

A final burst of cum bubbles up and over the tip of him, and he tries not to shout. Sweet relief blankets the scald from his peak, and the Prince can breathe with a newfound ease.

Ysilla spreads her fingers apart, and his spend webs between them in a milky film. Aemond can’t be sure what she’s thinking, how she’s feeling. But what he certainly doesn’t expect is for her to bring up her fingers to brush at her mouth, plush lips spreading to peek out her tongue. He catches her wrist before she can commit the act, and if he bruises her with his grip, she deserves it for her lustfulness.

“Don’t.”

Ysilla studies his face, weighing if she can push her luck some more tonight. She concedes, peppering a butterfly kiss across his knuckles, wiping her soiled hand on the fur under her knees. Aemond’s chest tightens and he can’t understand why her simple kiss sends him blushing more than her fist around his cock.

“Next time, then.”

Hunger nips at him harshly, all the ways they can come together, and cum together, flashing through his mind.

“There will be no next time-”

“Mmmm, I don’t know if he agrees with that.” She presses her puckered lips just shy of his wet slit, and his hips buck from the sensitivity. Her giggle is demented and a dark part of the silver prince wants to push something down her throat to shut her up.

“Don’t you have something better to waste your time with? Aren’t you supposed to be looking for a husband?” Aemond rumbles, slouched in his seat. All tension drained from him, his legs weak and wobbling from the force of his climax. He feels as if he is up in the clouds, no dragon necessary.

Ysilla sniffs, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a twist. “I will marry whomever I tell my mother I have accepted. And if no one has caught my eye, we will try again next year.”

She maneuvers him back into his breeches, and if Aemond were a lesser man, he’d whine at the loss of her smooth touch. The leather suffocates him immediately and it feels so wrong.

“Who better to guide me in the art of pleasing my husband,” Ysilla looks deep into his eye as she speaks the title, and the Prince feels caught, “whomever that may be, than you? No mere man will ever compare to you, in this aspect.” Ysilla finishes his laces off with a bow, hands tucking behind her innocently as she sits back on her toes.

“In any aspect.” Aemond thinks he means to snarl in a self-righteous manner, but it’s clear to his own ears what he intends. The thought of Ysilla being on her knees for another, warm and wanting and welcoming for someone that is not him, blazes him with envy.

Ysilla beams, and Aemond feels like a trout swallowing the worm- hooked, reeled, and gutted.

“I’m glad we have an agreement then.”

#hotd #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen smut #ysilla targaryen #someone could come love me if somebody knew me #my writing

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treason-and-plot · 6 months

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Anita has always distrusted her chin; it has a bad reputation for making her look fat and slovenly in the mirror and in photos, even when the rest of her has been slim and svelte. And since her last birthday it has found an even more evil way to torment her -by randomly sprouting wiry black hairs!

So in an effort to tame her recalcitrant chin Anita spends approximately three hours a week at Raffaela's Beauty Clinic where she has the fat molecules under her chin destroyed using revolutionary High Intensity Focused Ultrasound Technology, and the hair follicles zapped using Medical-Grade Laser Technology. Today Raffaela also talked her into having an Alkaline Wash Treatment to reduce the downy hairs on her face, and an eyebrow shape and tint. Total damage to Anita's credit card: §575.

When she arrives home at dinner time Joël is stirring something in a pot on the stove, and Alice is in her high chair eating her dinner of mashed pumpkin and potato. Anita kisses Alice on the forehead and goes over to check out what Joël is making, lured by the smells of bacon and fried onion and black pepper and garlic. It's some type of creamy pasta dish.

"That looks and smells sublime, darling," she says to him. "How was your afternoon?"

"Alice and I had a great time," says Joël. "I read her three different books and then we took Brutus for a walk and she fell asleep in the stroller for about half an hour and then we hung out at the park and she helped me feed the ducks. Hey, did you know there are turtles in the duck pond? I took some photos, if you want to see them later-"

"Of course, I'd love to see them," says Anita. "How was the job hunting?"

"I'll have a look tomorrow," says Joël. "I was too busy with Alice today."

"You didn't even browse the job ads?" says Anita, trying to keep the dismay out of her voice.

"I said I'll do it tomorrow," says Joël. "Hey, Alice has finished her food. Do you want to get her cleaned up and put her in the playpen? I'll give her a bath after we've eaten."

"Okay," says Anita. She has always been able to justify what she spends on her beauty treatments, but that was when Joël was earning a good income. She is attacked by sudden guilt over the §575 she spent today. Ugh, guilt is such a useless, crippling emotion. And even worse, she's sure it causes wrinkles!

#joël #anita #Alice #5 years later #back to Bridgeport

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mokutone · 11 months

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your art makes me wanna start testosterone

i can't read tone well, so this is either an incredibly touching ask, or an extremely funny one, and in the absence of confirmation: both!

i'm in a chatty mood, so i'll share some thoughts about testosterone and my art.

i liked being on testosterone a lot. i had an IM injection every two weeks (on tuesdays!) and because that's a sizeable dose every 14 days that slowly disperses, it can cause some mood fluctuations (every other friday i would have a crisis about not feeling like the world had a place for me in it) but even those were far more manageable than the ones that would come with my previous and current monthly hormone cycle (every month i spend a solid week thinking the world will never have a place for me in it)

It gave me a patchy little bit of scruff on my chin and a whispy mustache under my nose that still struggles on, despite adversity!

It redistributed my fat a little bit, but that's long since gone back to pre-T shape.

it lowered my voice! that hasn't changed :^)! even if i never go back on t, that won't change. it was the thing i most wanted, and its the one i'm most grateful for. Pre-T, I didn't speak much. I'm getting better and better at talking and getting more and more comfortable communicating with people because of it.

having been off t now for 3 years, i don't pass anymore—not as a cis man, or a cis woman, certainly not as anything approximating straight. if people look at me and see anything, i'd hazard a guess that they see me as A Queer (the noun—for all it's complicated connotations).

i'm not surprised that my art might make somebody want to start testosterone! a lot of my art was made out of the aching grief that came with being kicked off of testosterone, and how neatly that loss of autonomy over my own body knits in with yamato's loss of autonomy over his own.

how my body started doing things i disliked, how i didn't have the support necessary to access the healthcare i needed—how my inability to give myself what i needed made me feel as though i were trapped inside of myself and abandoned (by both myself and the world at large)

when i write comics about yamato as a trans man, i don't take away his testosterone, because that hits a little too close to home for me. for Ninja War Town Reasons, he has plenty of access to all the HRT he could ever need and nobody questions his need for it—instead, i project my own horrors onto the way Danzō defined his identity for him as a child, the way that Kabuto and Obito dehumanize him as an adult in their war efforts, and reduce him to the thing his body holds (the Mokuton). I give him a kneejerk compulsion to dehumanize himself (out of a feeling that he has a duty to his community to do so) and I give him a slow-growing resistance to that impulse (which comes out of a feeling that the people he loves would frown upon seeing him reduce himself like that)

it's dysphoria! it's not gender dysphoria, but it's a loss of self, and a need to reclaim it. it's a war between the hollow shell of a thing he thinks he has to be, and the vibrant and messy person beneath it that he is. it's a desperate need to say "this is who i am—only i can say it"

I enjoyed HRT a lot. it was a really useful tool in helping me feel like my body was my own, that i didn't have to fight it, that we were the same entity. It's not the only tool, but it was a really good one, and one day I hope to use it again.

(as for the being off of it—it's unpleasant, but i'm enduring! being somebody who now doesn't really pass as anything has put me in a weird and interesting position, where I'm constantly having to declare myself to people, because nobody knows what to make of me on any front. they don't know if i'm a man, a woman, nonbinary, nor even what age i am (Augh!!!!) it forces me to be brave and vulnerable more than I'm comfortable with—if I tell somebody I'm a man, there's no way that they will believe I'm cis, but I'm not about to recloset myself—and I don't think I could at this point anyway.)

(there's something fascinating about the position i find myself in, and while i'd leap back on t the moment that an opportunity presented itself to do so, i do feel like i'm experiencing something interesting and important in this weird zone i find myself in)

#yamswers #anonymous #dysphoria discussion #q slur — only because i literally use it in the noun form most associated w/ dehumanization #i love that u asked this on a tuesday. thank u for asking this on a tuesday #happy testosterone tuesday to all who celebrate #i also got top surgery a while ago—which is responsible for about 50% of my average suicidal idealizations vanishing #because my chest was my second biggest site of dysphoria after my voice #it was far less painful than i dared imagine. and far more satisfying. i had an excellent and lucky recovery #my results aren't perfect but oh man. the joy of being able to press my hand (flat) to my chest (flat).#the way that a binder mimics the exact squeeze around my lungs that a panic attack stimulates—#not feeling that when i'm out in public? thank you modern medicine. thank you. oh my god. no more false flag panic attacks #i had to fight my insurance for two years and all the health providers i contacted told me the hoops i was being made to jump through #seemed utterly ridiculous. and it was still gobs of money but i got it. so grateful u cannot even imagine #a lot of people describe their feelings post op as “relief—finally i could see myself”#but i experience...more delight than relief. joy. is joy the absence of pain or the presence of happiness? can i tell the difference?#on my worst days i can lay a hand on my heart. and i can lay a hand on my heart. and i can lay a hand on my heart. and i can lay a hand on

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resplendent:

Draco had been raised within the macrocosm of good taste.

The Manor, obviously, was beautiful. From its magnificent Anatolian rugs, textiles in such surplus they sometimes lay stacked two or three deep, to the quiet, pale giants of Tuscan, Doric and Corinthian looming over floors of agarwood or pink ivory. Each wall was imbued with a deliberate moment - linenfold paneling, secret passages, carved English ivy crawling toward the ceiling, rendered in bas relief and enchanted with thick, verdant scent.

He’d learned that beauty has a strict definition - something is beautiful when it is careful, intentional, immaculate.

And, of course. Potter leaves that marble a rubbled ruin, too.

It’s early enough in the afternoon and the day’s fat with promise, though Draco plans to avoid most of it, hunched over the backlog of a tedious to-do list until the relentless hollering of his own name sullies the open window of the study.

“What?” Draco snaps, ten minutes later, blinded momentarily in the sun and taking the steps down to the grass two at a time. He squints, eyes adjusting. “I’m already behind on everything I need to do today, and it’s not like your self-assigned garden project has a deadline, the way-”

The rest of the words reduce to breath, and then that’s gone, too.

Under the cracked open sky, Harry looks up at him, smirk-ready, dirt-smeared on the gleam of his cheekbone. A mess through and through. Between the grimy, huge sleeveless shirt, the age-gnawed denim and the sweat, there’s nothing careful or immaculate about him at all. He’s wrist deep in the earth, using his hands the way he madly insists on doing. It drives Draco wild - and then, in the lowlit belly of night, or early some mornings, or on afternoons exactly like this one it drives him wild again, in an entirely different way.

“I wanted to show you something,” Harry says, and wipes his sweat-slunk hair out of his eyes with the back of his brown hand, dragged on the brown line of neatly muscled forearm. Every part of him warm, shining.

It makes the nerves on Draco’s fingers twist up and dream of touch. And how absurd, to dream of something you’ve held and held and held. Will hold, and hold and-

He means the flowers: the loamy altar of daffodils and tiger lilies he’s kneeling before, that he's made, because Potter’s as sensitive with symbolism as a hammer on crème brûlée. It’s an intentional and lovely thing, but at this moment, Draco couldn’t care less about intentionally lovely things.

Potter looks so beautiful even the concept of light is thrown into question - nothing might have ever been this bright, this glowing, this radiant.

The smirk is full-grown. Harry jerks his chin.

“Hey. Eyes on the ground, please.”

for day 2 of @microficmay

#these are ending up LONG #but i'll be buried clutching my damn pile of unnecessary words tbh #microficmay2024 #drarry fic #drarry microfic #drarry fanfic

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charlieisdecaying · 2 months

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learning a lesson ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

cw. non con, misogyny, violence, leon being a creep, kidnapping, baby trapping…

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Leon hates feminist bitches like you. Short hair, baggy clothes, annoyingly outspoken ect.. Whores like you just need to be dicked down. He can see it too, all teary and wet, he’d make you thank him for it, for setting you straight. And cause he’s such a good guy he decides to, it was so fucking easy, like you were expecting it or some shit. He bets you fantasized about it, dumb whores like you always want strong guys like him. He watches your chest heave rhythmically. He’d followed you from work, and well, no ones susceptible to a good ole chloroform soaked rag.

He’s had enough of waiting, he drags your unconscious body to his bed, taking little care in stripping you. fuck, he’d hoped you be shaved bare, but what did he actually expect? its fine…as his live in bitch you’ll have plenty of time to be…re-educated. dryer then fucking sandpaper..he observes with his hands holding apart each thigh. tch once your eyelids start fluttering, that grogginess turning into unabashed horror he has to pounce on you, pinning you down from trying to slaw his eyes out. “hey! hey get the fuck off me! get off!” oh he thinks youre so cute, thinking you have any fucking leverage here? naked on his bed about to get raped? he twitches, he knows you felt it, because you give him a look of disgust that makes his heart flutter. “be good and ill let you go” he whispers, putting painful pressure on your wrists, he smiles when he feels you relax, already assuming natural bottom bitch position, you look so pretty, teary eyed, quivering bottom lip.

“atta girl” he murmurs in the crook of your neck, kissing sweetly down to the middle of your tits, he grabs a handful from each side, tweaking your nipples, pinching meanly, he cant help it, he wants to see you fucking sob. sensitive little thing you are, a bit of kissing and some heavy petting and youre reduced to a little puddle under him. “getting wet for me baby? for your rapist? needed this bad huh? just some dick, right baby? , didnt ‘cha, dont worry, leons gonna take care of ya” he asks patronizingly fucking pervert “please dont, please, im begging, ill do anything—“ your pleas fall on deaf ears cause leons holding your thighs spread and shoving his fat cock in you, it hurts, the stretch, you think you’ll puke.

Desperation settles into your bones, squirming, and trying to kick your legs out, and push him away. he doesnt like that one bit, he slaps you across the face hard, so hard it leaves a red imprint of his hand. “listen here you fucking cunt, this pussy is the only thing you’ve got going for you, dont make me put a bullet in your stupid fucking head” he growls, and your blood runs cold, and when you sob your cunt tightens around him and he bits his lip. “mhm” he grunts settling himself back between your thighs, feeding your cunt his dick, painful inch after inch, he doesnt stop till hes balls deep, tossing his head back and groaning. he starts moving immediately, his balls rapping against your ass. “so tight baby, all for me right? sucha good girl, fuck, so wet baby you like it rough dont you huh? dirty girl, your secrets safe with me” he pants gleaming over you like hes not raping you, like this is a consummation, like its your honeymoon.

He hooks his hands under your thighs bringing them up behind your head. you’ve officially become bitched. he reaches impossibly deep “leon, leon!” you hiccup between sobs, hes so fucking deep you feel him in your throat, he knows it must be painful, but girls are made for this, you can take it, his good girl. “you can take it, made for this baby, made for taking my fat cock up your cute little cunt” he groans, his lips catching yours, slobbering over you like an over excited dog, spit drips down his chin.

You bite down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood “FUCK!” he curses, he cums so hard, eyes rolling back into his skull, toes curling and his balls twitching against your ass…who knew..what a masochist. “you fucking bitch” he grunts post nut clarity of emptying his balls, he punches you, his fist connecting against the side of your face so hard it makes you forget where you are. “mmph dont worry baby…you have plenty of time to learn how a good little girl should behave” he says, doing an almost comical personality change. “we’re gonna be together for a long time” he says carressing the sides of your stomach…right…he came in you..raw.

“gonna be the prettiest mama” he hums laying on your chest, smiling up at you with a disgusting grin. ♡

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut

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poohbea · 2 years

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second story from this req post

wordcount: 999

content: spanking, you get bent over his knee, fingering, light choking, punishment, dom and sub themes

— synopsis: captain levi has warned you time and time again to stay out of the lab and away from it's scientist. it seems a punishment is in order.

note from pooh: this one is a lot shorter and condensed as i didn't wanna bombard you with another 3k of content hahaha, thank you again for the req and for being such a huge supporter of the blog it's been so lovely seeing one of my first followers continue to interact with me. you're amazing, that's why you deserve both of these ♡

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“What do you have to say for yourself?” Levi deadpans, shuffling through the ocean of paperwork strewn across his desk.

You fidget on the loveseat to the side of the room, afraid to meet your captain’s chilling gaze. “I’m sorry, she was teaching me about titan regeneration and I just-”

“Oh, so squad leader Hange’s word has more influence over you than mine?” You watch his brow rise in your peripherals, a gesture that has your heart leaping into your throat.

“N-No of course not, captain. It was my mistake!” You blurt, locking eyes with him for a brief moment before retreating to your lap once more.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, l/n.” His command was dominant, voice lowering an octave at your disrespectful demeanour.

“I-I’m sorry, captain!” You watch him pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration, a heavy sigh following soon after.

“Stop apologising.” He groans, eyes pinning you to your seat.

“S-Sorry-” A raised hand cuts your instinctual grovelling short, Levi’s tensed jaw telling you he’s had enough.

Metal scraping across wood sounds as he rises from his seat, footsteps closing in on your meek figure on the small couch. His boots soon come into view when he stops in front of you, fingers hooking under your chin to have your eyes meet his.

“Stand up, y/n.” His voice was acerbic, paired with a stoic glare. It was enough to make you stutter.

“C-Captain?” You jump to your feet and he takes your place on the sofa, legs partially spread, a look of expectancy on his face.

“Pants to your knees.” He barked, gesturing to the clothing in question.

Heat overcomes your cheeks to your ears, flushing the skin a shade of dusty rose. “P-Pardon?”

“You heard me recruit, I expect you to follow an order!” Not wanting to upset him more you oblige, pulling your pants down to your knees, still leaving your underwear on. “Lay yourself over my knee, y/n.”

“Captain I’m not sure if I-” With a simple raise of his brow you were reduced to an anxious mess, voice dying in your throat in his intimidating presence. Silently you position yourself over his lap, skin glowing beet red at the intimate arrangement. “Captai-!”

You yelp when a hard smack blisters the skin of your ass suddenly, your bottom lip captured by your teeth to muffle your whimper. “Now let me teach you a lesson on following instructions, recruit.”

Another smack resonates within the small office, the sting of his palm sending a jolt up your spine, searing his handprint into the soft flesh. “When I tell you to stay away from Hange Zoe,” smack. “I expect obedience from my recruits. Especially you, y/n.” His knowing look has butterflies erupting in the pit of your stomach.

“Levi.” You whine as he massages the already welting fat of your backside. “I’m sorr- ah!” He cuts you off with another strike of his hand, the pain nearing unbearable as he continues to hit the same spot over and over.

“What did I say about apologising?” He warns before smoothing it over again. “What are you not gonna do from now on?”

“Apologise?” You look up at him with pleading eyes, only to be met with a hardened stare in return.

“And?” His fingers dip between your thighs, grazing over your clit slightly while absentmindedly soothing the redness he had caused.

“And stay away from squad leader Hange.” You surrender to the expert motions of his fingertips along your slit, soft moans threatening to spill as he teased you through your panties.

“Good girl. So you do know how to listen.” He pulls your panties to the side like it means nothing, tips of his fingers already dipping into your folds, the slick of your arousal meeting the rough pads. “Look at that, already wet from being spanked like this. Are you that desperate or do I just have that effect on you?”

He slowly plunged his fingers into you, wrapping his free hand around your throat to make your back arch. He forces you to meet his gaze as he begins to pump his fingers, searching for your g-spot with each light nudge of his digits. When you let out a particularly strained moan he smiles in triumph, knowing full well he’d found what he was looking for.

“Play with your clit for me, pretty.” He encourages, letting your throat go to play with your ass some more.

Obediently your hand finds its way between your legs to the sensitive bud. A jolt was your first reaction at initial contact, a loud raspy moan falling from your lips. You try to match Levi’s pace, the Captain relentless in his stroke along your gummy walls.

“Captain… fuck, Levi, I’m close.” You whine, pussy tightening around his fingers.

“I know, pretty, I know. You’re gripping my fingers so tight.” He groans, picking up speed, digits moving in a steady come-hither motion, ensuring to rub against your g-spot with each thrust.

Your own fingers encircle your clit at equal pace, pressure building in your pelvis. A pressure that had you breathing less and less until it finally popped, releasing a wave of euphoria over your body. Levi continues his ministrations through the tightening of your thighs that came with your orgasm, soaking up the cries of pleasure freely spilling from your lips, his name among the incoherent array of words you managed to articulate.

As you come down with an exasperated exhale your body goes limp in his lap, a sight he finds endearing as you’re comfortable enough to actually lean on him like that. He replaces your panties before helping you sit upright, letting you sink into the sofa cushions, your body relaxing instinctually.

“Learned your lesson?” Levi smiles, laying a kiss on your temple.

You nod tiredly, trying hard not to let your eyes close as you attempt to regulate your breathing. “Definitely.”

#⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ pooh’s reqs ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹#captain levi #levi smut #levi aot #snk levi #aot smut #levi attack on titan #levi ackerman x you #aot levi #levi ackerman #aot x reader #aot x fem reader #x fem!reader #x female reader

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bigbrkenmachine · 5 months

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⚠️ NSFW Sonegg 🦔↑🥚↓

Eggmn scoffs when he sees Snic's much smaller cock and says "Hmph, that's not gonna be enough for me, I've taken way bigger. You can't fuck me as good as I fuck you." So sure of himself because he likes them huge and thick and takes it rough.

But Eggmn won't be so high and mighty when he's begging for him to slow down and go easier on him. Snic puts all his power and speed into slamming his hips into his ass pounding him relentlessly, his cock pumping in and out so fast and hitting his prostate every time.

Eggmn's whines and moans and how loud he gets is incredible, no one would expect to hear it from him. His mind goes blank and he sees stars, it's so intense and mindblowing unlike anything he's ever felt. He can't pull away, Snic grips his legs so tight and keeps pounding away.

He's a drooling writhing mess helpless to break free until he gives up and goes limp, so weak and overwhelmed by pleasure. All he can do is softly moan that it's too much under his breath and Snic is proud and cocky, teasing, asking "What was that about being able to handle me?"

He loves how Eggmn is reduced to a drooling moaning mess and he's completely and utterly dominated by him at his mercy. He may be shameful but Snic can see how much he likes it by his rock hard cock that slaps against his belly with every thrust and dribbles precum.

When Eggmn cums he cries out Snic's name and Snic is amused, it sounds just like when he'd yell his name in anger during their battles. Nobody would've ever expected him to be crying it out while under him with his cock slamming into his fat ass, making him shoot ropes of cum.

Snic cums inside him and Eggmn tries to be disgusted and mad at being filled by the filthy blue rat's cum! But he's so conflicted because it always feels good to be a used up slut with cum spilling out his hole... Even if it's thanks to his own arch nemesis... It feels surreal.

His ego is bruised badly by Snic proving him wrong and he's very embarrassed and frustrated to be defeated by him once again, in a very new weird way. As much as he tries to deny he's into it, he'll find himself having wet dreams and jerking off when thinking back to it later!

Snic will never let him live it down. During battles Snic will tease and remind him of how he dominated him and how he might act tough and mighty but he's seen him weak and vulnerable beneath him. He likes to rile him up and fluster him, saying he'll go around and tell people.

Eggmn snaps and barks "You better fucking not!" and Snic loves how it makes him even more violent in their battles for the thrill. And he enjoys the look of genuine fear on his face when he says it while his friends are nearby to the point he almost begs him not to tell them!

Eventually Snic will get him alone and cornered again after a defeat and turns out that just like Egg, he's been thinking about it a lot since. The real reason he teases him is because he knows they're both into all this. So he jumps in the Egg M*bile and gives him a smug knowing look, saying he knows he's thinking about it right now in such a vulnerable defeated state.

Egg both grumpy about the defeat and the teasing grumbles "No I'm not..." and it's obviously a lie because he knows exactly what he means. Snic comes in closer, puts his hand under his chin and strokes it. Egg grows more nervous, gulping and sweating as he reminds him how much he loved his cock and moaned and cried out his name.

Eggmn hates himself for the way a shameful hard on is soon growing in his bodysuit. Snic is right, he'd been thinking constantly about the previous encounter, having wet dreams about it and cumming to thoughts of it as much as he tried to pretend even to himself that he didn't enjoy it that much. But now he's so hard and clearly aching for more.

Snic says he's going to claim his "prize" for defeating him and tears his bodysuit open to reveal Eggmn's empire logo printed red briefs and pulls them aside to reveal his twitching cock leaking precum and hole puckered cutely for him. He licks his lips and gives a cocky smirk.

"Ugh! H-how dare you, you nasty little pest!" Eggmn groans.

"Come on, you know you want it~" Snic coos as he runs a finger along his hard length, following the trickle of precum. "This is really giving you away, it's practically begging me!"

"Stop teasing, you blue bastard."

It feels so good when Snic's cock sinks into his ass again, a pleased sigh escapes immediately and he moans softly again as Snic starts to pump in and out of his eager hole. He wants to be mad at him so bad but truth is, he'd been wanting this to happen again for so long.

"Man, you're already moaning like a slut! You must be sooo embarrassed that my cock makes you feel this good."

"I fucking hate you."

"Nah, you love me~"

"Ugh! You're such a pest!" Eggmn groans. But he's getting so worked up and horny, he needs him to speed it up.

"Rrghh fuck! Come on! Fuck me harder!" He finally snaps.

"Oh and you're begging now?" To hear that coming from his arch nemesis' mouth! He'll definitely never let him live this one down.

And Eggmn knows it so he frowns and blushes hard but he's too horny to hold back right now.

"I'm not begging, I'm demanding- argh whatever, just shut up and go faster!"

He really wants him to fuck him relentlessly like he did their last encounter but he'll never admit that so boldly. He doesn't need to for Snic to know exactly what he wants though.

"I can go faster! If you get out of this Egg Mbile and lay on your stomach for me."

Eggmn immediately does as told despite how embarrassing and humiliating it is to take orders from him, especially when that involves laying on his stomach and presenting his ass to him.

Snic slams his cock back into his hole, immediately much harder, faster and deeper. Eggmn cries out in shock. There it is, that overwhelming rush of pleasure again that makes him go crazy. He can't help himself his desire to get fucked rough by this handsome younger man.

He has that kind of conflicted look on his face, when one tries so hard to stay mad at someone but the smile tugs at their cheeks and they end up laughing. He's moaning and giggling as he gets fucked silly so hard and fast again, so good he can't stand it but can't get enough!

He cums loudly yelling his name, which he's not any prouder of than last time but he can't help it. Snic pumps his load inside him and zooms off, leaving him lay in the wreckage of his machine with his enemy's cum leaking from his hole and his own cum in a puddle in the floor.

Eggmn feels so dirty and even more defeated than he did losing the battle when he realizes what he's done. Defeat has never felt so good but that makes him so mad. He's so conflicted! But the way he bites his lip at the feeling of his cum leaking out his ass says he loved it. ;)

#Soneggman #NSFT #Sonegg #Concept #Modern #My Stuff #Eggnic

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